As a first-century Roman philosopher said, "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." Since today is the first day of a new semester then I guess that last semester has finally ended.
Books have been sold back, burned or left abandoned in lockers. Financial aid for the fall has been depleted and we eagerly await our spring disbursement checks. Finals are a nightmare behind us, although we are suffering from the aftermath of grades.
New books have been bought (credit cards maxed out) and new files have been created on our laptops for each class. For the next two weeks, we will eagerly take notes, brief cases and listen closely to the professors. As we figure out the idiosyncrasies of each professor, the notes will become less detailed, and the reading assignments will be skimmed. And thus begins the cycle all over again – although last semester the diligence was longer lived, and we probably won’t even be able to make it through one day without starting an IM chat during class.
Who am I kidding? As I write this I’m already sitting in my first class…